The_Mystry

When I opened my eyes, I found myself trapped in the very novel I despise most, and to make matters worse, I became Samuel Gebb, the tragic main character. Samuel's wife constantly brings other men into their home, and he’s forced to endure her mowns with other mens.

But here's the twist: I’m not Samuel. I’m the Heavenly Demon, a being feared by the world for my martial prowess.

In my first life, I was just an ordinary student who read this novel and became deeply depressed for months. In my second life, I took on the role of the Heavenly Demon and conquered the world. Now, if Abigail, the female lead, thinks she can control me like she did with Samuel, she’s gravely mistaken. I’m going to ensure she pays for what she did to Samuel.

In the novel, Abigail claims she never slept with any men, but I don’t believe her, even if she’s telling the truth. I’ll make her regret the three years she tormented Samuel.

Original Novel: The Marriage she turned into War.

Author POV: this was utterly disgusting Novel and I'm seriously thinking why Webfic wrote it and what is the reason for Author to make Main character Suffer So much, So this will be more like a Fantasy Friction of Original and I'm gonna make sure this Novel will be Masterpiece 

Please don't get me wrong but after Reading the Original Novel I'm having Trust Issues with Love and Marriage but will see if I want to make Main character to Ship with someone or to Give him Harem.

The Heavenly Demon of Terror

Lying on the bed, staring at the cracked wooden ceiling, I let out a long sigh.

I turned onto my side, my mind racing. The Forsaken Lands alone had revealed hidden kings, lost legacies, and secrets buried for centuries. And that was just one region.

Ancient ruins? Forgotten civilizations? Hidden continents?

I smirked to myself. "I've barely scratched the surface."

A part of me wanted to chase after the main quest—to claim the Forsaken Throne and see what kind of power came with it. But another part of me? It wanted to roam free, to carve my own path.

I sat up, resting my elbows on my knees.

"Alright… tomorrow, what else can I do besides these damn system quests?"

I started listing off the possibilities in my head:

1. Explore the capital – I had only seen the streets, but there had to be underground markets, blacksmiths crafting legendary weapons, and taverns filled with old warriors who knew forgotten stories.

2. Find a proper guild – Traveling alone was fun, but even I knew that information networks and connections were important. If there was a Mercenary Guild or an Adventurer's Guild, joining could be useful.

3. Look for rare materials – The Gauntlets of Abyss were powerful, but they weren't invincible. If I could find a blacksmith with access to rare metals or lost forging techniques, I could make them even stronger.

4. Find a teacher or rival – Strength came from battle, not just levels. Maybe there was someone in this city strong enough to push me beyond my limits. A retired swordsman? A rogue mage? A warlord in hiding?

5. Investigate the world's hidden powers – If the Forsaken Throne was real, what other myths were actually true? Were there forgotten gods, hidden dungeons, or legendary beasts?

6. Test my limits – I had reached level 149 faster than most warriors probably could in a lifetime. But was that enough? If I faced a true calamity—**a demon king, a world-ending catastrophe, or a godly opponent—**would I survive?

I grinned, feeling my blood boil at the thought.

Lying back on the bed, I stretched my arms behind my head, staring at the wooden ceiling of the small inn room. The faint glow of the lantern flickered, casting shadows on the walls.

"Damn… it really is over, isn't it?"

For the first time in years, I felt free. Truly free. No chains, no obligations, no lies tying me down.

No more Abigail 'Bitch' Bardot and her pathetic little games.

I smirked, closing my eyes for a moment as I imagined the mess she must be in by now.

"That golden boy of hers, Joshua? Yeah… he's probably already got his claws deep into her fortune."

I could picture it perfectly—Joshua playing the devoted fool, whispering sweet nothings into her ear while slowly bleeding her dry. That man was obsessed with power, and Abigail? She was a stepping stone.

"She probably thought she had me wrapped around her finger," I muttered, chuckling. "But in the end, she was always just another idiot only to get played herself."

While she was rotting away in her own foolishness, I was here, standing on the precipice of a new world, a new future, a new legacy.

No more betrayals. No more shackles.

Just me, my strength, and the endless possibilities ahead.

I exhaled slowly, feeling the weight of the past finally slipping away.

"Yeah… this is how it should be."

A smirk tugged at my lips as I let my body relax. The bed was rough, the air carried the scent of old wood and faint smoke, and the world outside was still unknown… but for the first time in a long time, I felt at peace.

And with that final thought, I closed my eyes and drifted into a smooth, dreamless sleep.

A World Yet to Be Explored